The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1887-11-26


ball dress; blue lightnings seem to
shoot from her flashing eyes.
AS Hazard looks at her the truth
+ bursts upon him.
"She is mad.
1 The word is taken up and passes
/ from lip to lip. The crowd surges
/ back and forms dense circle about the
little group in the hall.
/ Madam has tainted Loo fits away
for the smelling bottles, the camphor =
anything.
Miss Lafarge, unconscious of the
curious stare of which she is the OBJ
/ ject, looks straight before her. She
sees nobody but the rascally butler and
his equally rascally cohtrere. She
recognizes both.
"Scarth I" she screams. "Scarth and
Jim Donithorne. Lost, lost Why
5.;;G you not tell me that wretck was
here? Lost All LOST"
/ Then she heaves a great sigh.
"This is a pretty bit of work, Kisses
Donithorne at the craven butler. Il
/ believe this is vile plot between you
both to ruin me-"
Il thought she was Dead" begins
/ Scarth, pale with terror. You sent
me yourself newspaper account of
her death. How could / know she was
+ alive and right here under my very
nose? L tell you I am as much sur
prised as you can possibly be-"
at was the other one that died,
cries the false Miss Lafarge. She
was burned in the railway accident,
when the floor flew up to the ceiling
and the ceiling came down to the floor.
She ought to have died, the silly goose.
She told me everything. They carried
her out on a board-she was a long,
white thing then in a sheet. | gave
her my clothes. Black is the color to
bury folks in. and l sent notice of
her death to the newspapers. Oh, it
was fine-fne. / knew somebody
would weep when they read it. 1
wanted to bite her once. L wanted to
bite Miss Chidley, too. I wish l could
bite everybody"
She snaps her little white teeth
Hazard seizes the butler 10y the arm.
"W hat is this woman to you?" he
asks, sternly.
Nothing" lies the coward.
Miss LGfarge bursts into peal of
ringing laughter. She writhes and
twists, and still she laughs at the but
lers lie.
"Scarth is my sister" shouts Miss
. Lafarge, whose fancy at present is to
put her brother, the butler, in her own
place. My sister Scarth's real name
is Judith Donithorne, aud she is Jim
bonithorne's wife. Poor thing. Jim
leads her hard life, aud she goes
. ii Il
mods her head at h.r late victim.
That's Jim there He's tyrant and
q villain; liar, and a til. ef. No Won
der my poor sister goes mad and runs
away from him. I'd go mad myself
were l tied up to such wretch as
he is.
Donithorne is backed up against the
staircase, closely guarded on Their
side by policeman. lis face is de-
moniacal in its look OF batlied rage and
hate as his mad wife pours out the vol
ume of her sarcasm upon HIM.
/ What she says is true enough.
:" onithorne was once the editor of
tifth-rate country newspaper" wills
pers q policeman iii Hazards aston
ished ears. "A big libel suit ruined
him, and he went ont Of the newspaper
business. Since then he has been en-
/ gagged III various enterprises, all more
or less Questionable. 1t more then
suspected that both linn and his broth
cr-in-law, the butler here, belong to q
gang of burglars. His wife is, OF wae,
a designer for an Eastern manuIactur-
ing house, and is inclined to giddincss.
F.. She ran off last fall with a low fellow
who had paid her some attention. I
read an account of the affair in more
than ffly papers. he IS wanted
now for escaping from the i.iverton
Lunatlc Asylum, and I'm mighty glad
we've got her at last ="
Somebody pulled Hazards sleeve at
this iunctue. He looked up and be-
held the village constable. This Off
cial heckoned the Captain. and they
stepped aside
We've got th.m down fine" wills
peTs the Constable. I'VE watched
until the plate was taken out of the
house-a bit at time, and secreted in
a wagon that has been standing under
the trees by the little gate in the wall,
for the last hour or more. They never
/ suspected that they were wat he'd.
| A scream of rage bursts from Kib-